Judge, 1924-10-18 · page 12 of 36
Judge — October 18, 1924 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three distinct satirical pieces: **Top cartoon**: Two characters (Selina and Percy) examine automobiles. The joke mocks early car design inconsistencies—Percy's vehicle has its steering wheel positioned differently from Selina's, yet he defensively insists his arrangement is correct. This satirizes the era's lack of standardization in automobile manufacturing. **"Follow Mister Cowper's Advice"**: Parodies safety advice by suggesting you shouldn't step on bugs OR obey traffic cops, with identical consequences. The absurdity—equating moral guilt from harming insects with legal trouble—mocks overblown moralistic warnings. **"Moth with Stomachache"**: A humorous story where a moth suffers indigestion after eating fancy restaurant fabrics (wool, silk, broadcloth, squirrel meat) at "Swelfronts'" restaurant. The moth's mother scolds him for dining at a pretentious establishment and gives him castor oil. This likely satirizes class-conscious dining and social pretension among wealthy patrons. The "moon-going rocket" commuting joke at bottom appears unrelated filler humor.
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Seuina—There you are, Percy, I told you yours was different. See, he’s got his steering wheel inside. Percy—Well, that don’t make his right! Follow Mister Cowper's Advice Moth with Stomachache If you see a little bug (Tu moth cried loudly for some Creeping up and down the rug, ) bicarbonate of soda. Don’t step on it. A thing of beauty is annoyed “What's the matter?” cried the You'll be sorry if you do! forerer moth’s mother. “It’s something I ate,” groaned If you see a motor cop igo will pay 85 for cach one printed» the moth—“gone wrong with me! And he orders you to stop, “Just what did you have for Don’t step on it. supper?” inquired the moth’s mother You'll be sorry if you dol Too bad legislators can't be ar- _ solicitously, in her endeavor to diag- R.C. 0. rested for passing worthless bills, nose the case, “Not so much,” said the sick moth. “I was supping at the Swel- ’, and I had a Scotch tweed for a little lamb’s wool for relish, then a bite of broadcloth, and some Japanese silk @ la Kimono for dessert. And, oh, y had a filet of squirrel @ 'opera— “Filet of squirrel,” pooh-poohed the moth’s mothcr—“at Swelfronts’ —of all people—those four-flushers! My dear boy, how many times have I told you that if you intend to keep your self-respect and good health, you will please remember that you are a moth, and not a flea! Filet of squirrel at Swelfronts’! Midsummer dog! What a_ taste you have!” And to cure him forever of his had taste, the mother promptly administered to the moth a large, Why not utilize the moon-going rocket idea to solve our nasty dose of castor oil. commuting problem? Cyril B. Egan comicbooks.com